A Warning To Fear

Some people have purloined from me, That which meant what I mean to be, Wicked witches and wizards in hidden lands, Have taken my life from my hopeless hands. But now I will fight till my very last breath, To ensure they all burn and boil to death. To them I now say, listen now and well, I can hear your measly chimes and bells. Ring them! If you will in the wind, But the wind is mine, as I am its kin. Your double bubbles that have wrought toil and trouble, Are but failed effervescence I'll now transmute into rubble. Triple the rippling coils of stubble, On my fiery face to burst your bubbles. Floating from which cauldron you all could round, About in ways your entrails flush when brown. Adders forks and stings and stones with toads beneath, Are but the fodder you floss from each o'yore stool-stained teeth. You think despair and desperate dreams, Of a lost life in your world will destroy me? Please, don't make me laugh, you know Laughter is not what you want us to show. You can take my money or my college degree, But these things are not what it means to be. I am joy and youth and love, And I see all below and so above. My body is mine to break and bend, Just as my mind is my psychic end. I know you're frightened of my body and mind, Together they work for all of mankind. Unlike you and your disgusting race, That aims to torture, you're all a disgrace. But your power is weak, limited to what, I think therefore I am going to shut. All of the doors I have opened to you, And banish from my brain all that you do.